That might have been it?

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Hungry.  I thought I had been eating rightly.  My body seemed to suggest something was wrong.  It seemed like it was telling me I was hungry.  So... I fed it.  The remaining two bigger bowls of chili.  No, it seemed to say, it meant really hungry.  Unkay.  So I decided to treat the problem.  I cooked a t-bone and four lamb chops.  Tiny as the latter are, they add up, especially with all else.  No, really, HUNGRY, my body said.  So I made a meatzza, starting with two pounds of beef, then all the toppings.  I ended up eating half of that.  No, I am not stuffed.  That just, finally, topped off the tank.  HUNGRY.  It will return.  I best get more meat out.

Don't ask, I don't know.  All I know is I was tired of whatever seemed wrong being wrong.  I am going to try to keep up on my hunger until it is tended.  If I keep up, it usually slackens a great deal, I suppose until I push too hard one way or another.  I want my hunger tended before this weekend.  As I am hoping to do a three day fast, and do R&R through it, probably starting Friday night, so that I am ready to go on Monday.  I can't make it through if I haven't tended the hunger.  And, yeah, maybe not much, but given the givens I have been pushing, a bit, in odd and end ways.  That was... two pounds of chili, two pounds of meat, a pound of cheese throughout (in chili and meatzza), and an gallon and may another half of milk.  I am even eyeing the last half of the meatzza, if cautiously.  I don't want to end up stuffed.

If I can stay up another few hours, I may make a few phone calls.  Crazy as it goes, I might be catching up.  Things to do still.  Would like to push into the day anyway.  Later, unless I crash.  If so, or either way, good morning and day.